"Do you dislike me this much? Hm?"
As if sensing her trembles, Shane Winchester spoke lightly, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Riley Sully pressed her lips tightly together, saying nothing.
But her silence seemed like silent acceptance to him, tainting his eyes and brows with a touch of hostility, and he sneered.
Gently lifting her chin, he gazed at her shining eyes in the darkness and smiled subtly, like a poppy blooming in the night: "Since you already dislike me this much, a bit more or less doesn't really matter."
"Don't you think?" His tone was light, as if a feather drifting in the air.
Riley shook her head forcefully, no… it's not…
But in the next instant, her feet lost ground, and she was already swept up by him, seeing him heading towards the bedroom. Realizing something, a trace of fear appeared in her gaze, instinctively clutching his lapel.
